Will you pick up my glass shoe,
And run to me?
Will you brush your fingers against my cheeks,
And find my lips with yours?
Will you run into the woods,
And wake me up?
Will you face the evil witch and slay these dragons,
To save me from this castle?
Will you go on an adventure with me,
And unravel the truth?
Shall you choose to drop your sword and turn around,
Then please,
Shut this book tight,
Let the dust into the air,
Our love is not a fairytale.
